I adore birthdays. Your birthday, my birthday, doesn’t matter: it’s just so great to have a day in the middle of all the chaos of work and responsibilities that’s special.

{couldn’t help it, this made me laugh – borrowed from Mr. Humperdink’s Birthday Party on poppytalk handmade}
I still remember one of my earliest birthdays, probably the first I was old enough to know what’s going on, and my mom explained to me the whole concept. And she said, “and we’re going to have cake and ice cream and presents and everyone’s coming!”
Well, head-case that I was and still am, I still remember the images I had in my imagination: everyone’s coming? Where are they going to fit? Our house is so small, how will the whole world fit into our house? Will there be lines to get in? How will there be enough cake? So my birthday is like a national holiday huh?
Hence the reason everyone teases me about how much I love birthdays. It was my boyfriend’s mother’s day yesterday, and mine is on Sunday, and then boyfriend, brother, etc. are all coming up soon. And everyone will be there I’m sure!
Have a lovely weekend, friends.






























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